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My two daughters came, and we hugged goodbye. Sarah and Jake were driving Craig and Eleanor to the airport, and then heading to their apartment in Boston. We all hugged goodbye. Bart and his wife left next; it was the warmest departure we'd ever had from one another. Catherine and Mark were next, along with the rest of the relatives.
Emma and I policed the house with the help of the caterers; gradually restoring the rooms to what Megan had called the 'Wellesley Look.' I kept having a thousand moments of déjà vu sweep over me because the small tasks I'd done hundreds of times before; only Megan was my partner for the clean up.
Right after the caterer left and we were alone, Emma guided me into the living room. She pulled me onto the plush sofa and then sat beside me, cradling me to her chest in a loving and tender manner. She just held me -- silently. The worst of this event was over now. I felt comforted by her presence, by her embrace -- by her love.
After a long time, I sighed, and asked rhetorically, "What now?"
Emma spoke softly, "Soon there'll be another wedding, and then pregnancies and grandchildren. There'll even be a couple of retirements; I'm ready when you are. Soon we'll talk about where to live what times of the year, and how to remain healthy and have fun. We have time to indulge in many of the things we postponed. We do all the rituals that we like ... more together now than before."
As I processed her words, I noticed the long rays of sunshine and how they penetrated the rooms at the back of the house, including the living room windows. I stared at the familiar oriental carpet with new fascination because of the patterns the light and shadows made across the floor. Had these patterns been here all these years and I'd never noticed; or had I seen them and just dismissed them as too trivial to the moment. Now, they seemed so important.
Emma waited a minute before she went on answering my 'What now?' question in a more conscientious tone; "We keep living -- and all the things Megan asked us to do. We keep being who we were -- who we are. We remain grateful for all the days we've had together, all the days you had with Megan, and all the days we'll have in the future. And best of all, we keep loving."
We hugged each other and slowly watched the shadows slowly disappear.
- COMMENTS
Jothomi9 months agoSurprisingly average similar situation occurred within the greater family. Let's call her an aunt, had a relationship with two men for over twenty years. Only at the baptism of my sisters' youngest son did she show with both. We smiled and though unconventional our generation congratulated her to a life fulfilled. So far not my aspiration, but I won't look down on the alternatives explored. This was a really good story.
Anonymous11 months agoI cannot see Emma being the other woman for 35 year regardless of protestations of "love". Though her love was not unrequited, she definitely lost out on the lion share of time spent with the MC. Why would she be happy for that and then by extension love Megan? That seems surreal. And that has zilch to do with mental flexibility or so-called entrenched morality. The major reason that open marriage and polyamorous relationships have such a high divorce rate is imbalances of time, desire, attention, sexual insecurities and communication. The imbalance in this story was quite large. Emma was practically a martyr.
katib11 months agoSuperb. Those who criticize the characters have not read the story carefully, or they are mentally not flexible enough to be able to understand it, or they are so imbued with conventional morality that they can't see the beauty of it. The critics look for sex—and fail to see love. At last LIT has a story about loving relationships that is not dripping with sophmoric graphic sex.
Anonymousover 1 year agoOne of the best storys I've ever read on this website. A big HATS OFF TO YOU!
